The Codex slowly turned its pages, radiating arrogance and disdain.
Although what Cheng Shi had said might have made some sense, no matter how fallen Order was, it was impossible for it to entrust its final hope to a believer of Chaos and have a servant of Chaos proclaim Order to the cosmos. Saying such a thing aloud was practically as ridiculous as claiming that a believer of Deception would bare their heart to someone else.
Cheng Shi had clearly sensed that contemptuous gaze and knew what the other party was thinking, but he neither felt embarrassed nor discouraged. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the ground with a solemn expression and began arguing with Arrogance (Order).
In Katarro's eyes, the scene looked remarkably like the scholars he had seen during his student days at the Tower of Reason, those who had fabricated data and then animatedly applied to their mentors for funding.
It had to be said that the teachers back then had been truly tolerant in their pursuit of more possibilities for Truth. No, wait—the other people's teachers had been truly tolerant. They approved every kind of funding.
But now...
No matter how well Katarro understood Cheng Shi, he could not imagine how a believer of Chaos, or even a nominal emissary, could swindle "funding" from Order.
Cheng Shi was indeed "seeking investment." He had never expected to have any dealings with true Order. After all, before today, he had always thought that Order in the material world had ruined itself, leaving behind only the rigid justice (Order) and mean-spirited fear (Order) recorded in the Covenant. He disliked both of those things.
But now, an opportunity had arrived.
Everyone knew that adding flowers to brocade could never compare to offering charcoal in a snowstorm. No matter how much the